click! smile?

its a sad sad day
mixed with happiness
dont you hate those subtle mixtures
that joyfully depress?

its a sad sad day
that makes me smile inside
the most true of all smiles
even if its barely alive

it walks, it talks,
it breathes and it lives
it stops, its gone
my smiles a wished
upon star thats floating away
oh please do not go;
oh please, wont you stay?
your holding on
your making it through
your breath may be short
but your breath still is true

up and down
around and around
through and through
from me to you
my smile is fickle
it comes and it goes
it refuses to stay
it cannot be owned

but it seems to stay
growing larger or smaller
depends on the day
growing shorter or taller

at least your smile
is always shining bright
but dear friend i fear,
ive darkened its shine

at least her smile
lasts around me and you
my dear friend I fear,
I broke her smile in two.

did I ruin what I set out to build?
did I break what I set out to make?
did I kill what I set out to birth?
no.
I built what I wanted to break.

Dont get me wrong,
your smiles I wanted to grow;
but I placed in myself
some feeling I wish I didnt know.

and thats why my smile
is so so weak.
i hate meddling, ive just found out.
its my fault our smiles might break.

where are you?

where did you go.

I called and I screamed,

but I think you let me go.



You say youve been there,

guiding me through

you say heaven is better,

that its colored a perfect hue;



but if nothing gets better,

than whats the point in this

Oh Ive looked, and Ive seen,

theres no such thing as perfect.



So where did you go?

what am I supposed to believe

you gave me a life,

thats not worthy to recieve.



so where are you?

where did you go

ive called and ive screamed,

but im afraid youve let me go

shaky, unfinished, unrefined, i like it.

things change, they come and they go. hearts break, they mend then are broke.
eyes see, then stop in the dark,
and lies start, just fueled by a spark.

Hearts break, people laugh
cakes bake, fat cats,
broken dreams, real skies
mended seams, dead eyes.

its just life. its the way it is
the broken shows the fixed,
then breaks the good next.
nothing stays the same, life will always change
eyes will always cry, beach sand will always bake

whos to complain, whos to accept
whose to allow, who here's adept?
who here can change, who here can take it
who here will fail, who here wont make it?

what words will we say when we come against life
what words will we feel when we scream its not right
what words will we hear when we finally find
what words we will hear at the end of our time

i cant criticize, im alive after all
I can tell lies, they cant break my fall
i can speak truth, scream it in the streets,
then live opposite, live a life of deceit

its up to me I suppose, what a bad way to go
im on of the best, yet I choose not to show
i fear for the worst, at least they show the world
why is it the scum have a stand, while I break and I burst?

why is love ever fleeting, why is it right in my grasp
why cant I reach out and take it, how come I still laugh?

why am I alive, why do I smile
it all comes down to, life is worthwhile.

Brightside?

Always look at the brightside; you'll find your eyes like it more.

In the darkness, ones eyes cannot see through the thickness that surrounds them. They are lost, alone, afraid, and useless. When we dwell on whats going bad in life, remembering the good but forsaking it for the depression we always seem to hope for, we become blind as ones eyes in complete darkness.

In the light, the good of life, our eyes can see. They may not know their exact destination, but they can see the possibilities. They are not alone, as they can see the Guide. They may be afraid, but they have the comfort of being able to see the danger before it arrives; and if they do not see it approach, they can better fight the danger when they can see their sword. They are not useless; in fact, they lead they way.

Why not look at the brightside?

I may seem officially uninspired,
and thus seem purposeless.
but truth be told, Im far from that.
my purpose surpassed the masses.

my purpose it seems,
rises to obscene levels
obscenity in its greatest peak
unseen as its beautiful trestles

that obscene little mountain
full of snow and ice
the rocks we look past,
viewed as troubles in life

turn out greater
than the beauty we see
for without the rocks
no mountain would there be.